Kiss Me, Kate

This is part of today’s front page for the Drudge Report. The Golden Age is over, replaced by fool’s gold.
True elegance has been replaced by brash ignorance, and those now regarded as icons are as flimsy as the clothes they barely wear.
I detest it. Loathe it. Give me Katharine Hepburn  in her mannish flannel “slacks”, with her wavy red/auburn hair and freckled skin, her lust for life, and her one in a million persona  over any of these tarts and their trashy costumes, with their over-processed hair and over-tanned skin, their lust for the spotlight, and their dime a dozen attitudes  any day.